A Gentle Summer Breeze

Warmth flows within carrying spring’s aroma
Small birds of the tropics sing sweetly
Leaves of orange and brown cover the land
While green and yellow dance to the rhythm
A traditional abode stands tall amidst it all
Age visible in the form of blemishes and ruin
Surroundings of green and brown
All peaceful, natural
Desirous even
But alas, jaded
Curious, what lies within
Could it be a dream
Or simply
Solitude? Longing? Fear?
A never ending wait?